Ending number three, part one. Something... else.
>Smack. You have been at this for several SMACK minutes, and Malva's face has changed. However SMACK, you can't say that you expected this. Far from the SMACK furious expression she previously SMACK wore, and certainly not the SMACK broken or exhausted one you were expecting SMACK, Malva's face has instead changed to something... SMACK nearly... pleased. And almost as red as her SMACK ass is. Your perplexion only grows SMACK when a strand of drool escapes the corner of her SMACK mouth, accompanied by an unusual SMACK moan, which reinvigorates with every SMACK. The drool line dances with each impact in an unusually SMACK endearing fashion SHMAP like... wait, what? SHMAP that wasn't right... SHMAP you rub your hand on her buttock to investigate, only to discover that her ass has become coated in fluid.
>You briefly worry that you have spanked her until she bleeds, but as you tear your eyes away from Malva's bizarre face, you see no blood. You go for another test. SHMAP. Right at the moment of impact, you notice that Malva's body contorts, raising her ass higher, causing you to barely graze her reddened lips. As your hand does so, it picks up the fluid oozing out, causing the odd sound. You look at your hand to confirm, sure enough, there is a decent coating of juice.
>SHMAP you strike again in disbelief. SHMAP. She isn't learning from this. SHMAP. She's getting off to it!
>With a SHMAP! so forceful she yelps, you stare into Malva's unfocused eyes. Now that SHMAP! (eemm) you know what you are looking for SHMAP!(unnh) you see it clearly. The face SHMAP!(aaah) she was making was arousal! SHMAP!(fffuu)
>Something within you snaps. This hand of yours, meant to bring justice into the world, is failing. SHMAP!(uunnhhy) No... it isn't the hand. It is the arm!
>You flip out, real ultimate power style, and start SHMAP!!ing her ass harder than you've ever SHMAP!!ped before.
